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Does Pain Have A Time Limit?
The rose of a rare color
Is daily sought,
Daily depressed
With my daily thoughts,
And as I refrained oh slowly did gain
My cries my fears
I cannot bear,
Its daily weight increases and wains
With each link that is taken
From the shackles of pain,
From the shackles of pain
Do the chains grow short,
Slowly choaking my hope
Surely breaking my heart
Daily die does my hate
With each sin forgiven
In the life of a grunge
Merely dying and living
The title as a question seems retorical. I have tried to answer it while reading the poem. The grunge continues this cycle of pain. There is not any relief, I was hoping there would be at the end. what does the rose symbolize. Who did you loose that is breaking your heart? that is what I feel as I read it over and over.